08 December 2016


I haven't taken any pictures since we put up our tree.
We've been very indoorsy.
It has been bittery cold--highs in the 20s, lows in the single digits. 
My phone weather app tells me it will snow for the next 10 days straight, but as soon as the time catches up with the snowflakes, the snowflakes move forward to the next hour. Will we ever catch up?

06 December 2016


Crackdown. Crack down...crack-down? That's a word, right? It's starting to sound absurd, but it's what I've been doing at home. CRACKDOWN areas: Sleeping, eating, and not arguing.

I committed to sleep training Maggie the day after Thanksgiving, and I really stink at it, but night time is now under control. Morning naps are not under control. Now she will crawl around her crib or STAND UP IN IT instead of sleeping, but if I don't give in to her she does eventually sleep, which proves I'm right! Sadly I am the worst sleep-trainer because the sound of a baby screaming is torture to me. (And to prisoners of war, or so I've heard.) So I just have to pray the m&ms hold out for the duration that she screams (more screaming, more m&ms, duh).

Our dear petite three-year-old one has always had a hard time sticking to meals and mealtimes. She's not a bad eater if you serve what she wants. Here are some things she wants: candy, cookies, milk, olives, crackers, milk, candy and cookies. And sometimes cheese. (And just for fun, here are some foods she'll ask for and then not eat: yogurt, toast, oranges, applesauce, carrots.) My general feeding philosophy is to not make a huge deal about eating an entire plateful of food, but kids are required to taste everything every time it's served. And then we usually have dessert for those who ate an adequate amount of non-treats. It's not scientific but it works. Or I should say, worked. It no longer works, for one specific child. So my new philosophy is NO SNACKS EVER. Which is no fun, but maybe she'll eat something someday again.

And last but not least, our little arguers are seeing a lot of the inside of their rooms because Nate and I are done listening to them pick (and yell) at each other. I am baffled about disciplining this one, because being sent to their rooms hasn't helped AT ALL, but I don't know what else to do. On Christmas tree day (pictured above), they spent the entire lighting of the tree in their rooms, and I would have let them stay in the whole decorating part too, but Nate was worried they'd miss a family tradition so we let them help. And then we recorded it in fast-forward and posted it on Instagram, where it looks cute and festive.

29 November 2016

it was soooo cute

When we got home from Thanksgiving, everyone stank. Especially Magnolia, but all of us. I made the girls bathe. Maggie loves the bath, and as a result she has had more baths than both of her older siblings ever had at her age. They also didn't barf as much so they stunk way less. I like to put a small amount of water in and let her crawl around. She crawls around in the water chasing foam ABCs and I just have to say, it is SO CUTE.

28 November 2016

no matter for winds that blow

Or if we get the sleigh upset into a bank of snow.*

*Translation into modern terms: or if we have to use the new car jack we bought the week before we left as a precautionary measure because we haven't driven our Tahoe any long distance since we got it last October. In fact, we haven't gone anywhere since I was pregnant with Maggie. But we had no cause to use the jack, thank goodness.

What went fine? The drive, the comfy comfy beds, the golfing, the building a pit fire for turkey roasting, the breakdancing lessons, the meal, the pies, the card games, the trail running and hiking and biking, the stuffed menagerie museum owned by a bamillioinaire in town full of big game he and his wife have shot and stuffed.

20 November 2016

thankful for / aka there were never such devoted sisters

Norah is so lucky I had Maggie! 
You know what's funny? Since I've had a boy longer, I feel a lot more like a "boy mom" than a "girl mom," even though I have twice as many girls now. It is such a relief and a surprise to me that they already love each other's company--they're pals. Norah no longer holds the power to calm down a crying Magnolia (I think she is just distracted from her goal (me) less easily now when she's upset. She's gonna hold out for the mother-pick-up so even though she likes Norah she keeps up the waterworks.) --but they play and chat and laugh together...And sing duets wearing matching sequin dresses and giant feather fans. Sisters, what lucky girls.

19 November 2016

speaking of which

Here are transcriptions or translations or something of some of my favorite notes Calvin has written lately:

(To Norah) 
Sorry for pestering.
Sorry you are sad. xoxo CCP
Dear Norah, I'm sorry I took your bracelet. I just had to get out some anger.

(To me)
You are like the sun. I love you. I hope you get your wish.
I hope you don't leave.
Mom, I'm gone. Sharpen my pencil.

(To Nate)
Nate 3, Nate 3, Nate 3
Bye Bye, I love you. CCP (this one is for when he is a grown up and moves away)

He also wrote a note to his teacher and two of his classroom aides the second day of school that said he loved them. He has written love notes to a couple of girls, his friend Duke, and Maggie.

17 November 2016

thankful for

I just love Calvin's school and him in it. 
I know homeschool is getting so trendy and the instagrammers make it look pretty fun, but the only thing that makes me really think about it seriously is not being dictated by school schedules. What I mean is, around here, the 11 year olds have to be out of the house before 7am to get to school on time. That is not cool! Not okay with me. But for now, with his schedule not messing up our lives, school is amazing.

1. He is good at it, for one thing. If it were discouraging for him, that would be a whole different ballgame--I would still like his school, but this season wouldn't be quite as golden. He likes his homework page every day, he does it quickly, and we have fun talking about what he learned. He uses vocab words, he sings songs, he spells and does math, just for fun. He loves to write notes to us, and he has gotten extremely prolific in the past two months.

2. His teacher is wonderful, for another thing. She is a friend of mine from our last ward, and I thought she was great then, but NOW--Now I know she teaches 25 5&6 year olds all morning and then turns around again and does it again in the afternoon every dang day. And she is great at it. She does have several classroom aides, who Calvin also knows and loves, and that makes his classroom even better.

3. It makes him happy. He just comes home happy which is pretty much the best recommendation there is. 

16 November 2016

thankful for

We've had beautiful warm fall weather this year, just like the year I moved to Logan. I have been really thankful for the extra outside time we've had because of it. We hiked more in the past two months than we did all summer! I'm also thankful that because of it I am looking forward to the promised cold snap this weekend.

14 November 2016

what a shame

Maggie's room has the best windows, a good view, and the best light when the blinds are drawn.
Which is almost never, since she is either napping or I am trying to get her to nap about 90% of the time the sun is up.

Hers is also the first "nursery" I have ever put a few minutes effort into decorating specifically for her. I mean, I hardly did anything, but I hung up some old dresses for decoration. She's a pretty lucky baby.

10 November 2016

the long walk

 There was an over-tired baby.
There was an over-tired mother.
The baby was so worked up it could not sleep.
So was the mother.
It was Sunday afternoon so the mother took the baby into her stroller and started walking north.
A little east, then more north. A slight veer west and then back north.
She walked about 4.75 miles. 
She made it to her old walking spot, where for the past six years she has walked with sad, worked up babies. 
The baby finally slept.
Sunday dinner was just up the road, so they went.

07 November 2016

my running buddy

She may stop every sixteen steps to "Breath."
She may occasionally ride in the stroller.
But she is FAST.
She is CUTE.
She asked for a photo on that rock.

01 November 2016

ooo-OOOO went the wind and OUT went the light

According to me, Halloween costumes have to be
1. Free.
2. Home-assembled.

LUCKILY, luckily for everyone else involved, Nate's mom and dad (just kidding, I'm sure it was 100% Nate's mom) made and kept a lot of costume equipment. Nate is much more festive than I am and spent about $2 acquiring items fit for a pirate (and a new Rosie the Riveter hair hanky, which I didn't even get a picture of). 

Things I didn't do to celebrate:
1. Decorate, besides pumpkins on the porch. Of course pumpkins on the porch! And Nate and the kids carved them on Saturday.
2. Make themed food. But I made a pumpkin pie! So I guess that's a lie. Nothing is more pumpkin-themed than pumpkin pie from a garden pumpkin. (But it wasn't even that good [soggycrust] and I wish it was.)

At this point the kids don't know better so they still had a lot of fun, but I hope they can enjoy my style of low-key celebrations when everyone else around them had sixteen costume changes and trick or treated every business in town and had fake spider webs in their living rooms. (We had real spider webs along with our porch pumpkins!) I feel a little torn between not wanting to let my family down (Nate The Festive included) and not celebrating like myself. Last year I celebrated with a late-night fast food grilled chicken sandwich while Nate and I watched Inspector Morse. I was so sick and hungry and Nate went out to get it for me and I was just so grateful, and celebratory. Maybe I'll try to work that in again next year, because it was a great way to end the night. (Not the pregnant and sick part, just the sandwich part.)

28 October 2016


Me, doing a project while a baby cries nearby.

27 October 2016

that anne of green gables quote about october

 The other day on the phone my mom was trying to quote that Anne of Green Gables quote about October, and it didn't even matter that she couldn't remember it because any way you say it, October is the best. We've spent more time outside this month and gone on more hikes than we did all summer. (I need to ask all those "summer people" who aren't excited about fall how they deal with the heat.) I've been running more and have done a couple really hard trail runs up Birch Canyon (with Alisha--and I fell last time and got an awesome scab and bruise) and a few long road runs. 

Unrelated to the weather, but related to October is the amount of oatmeal I've been eating. Tons of it. I've gone through a couple big canisters. It's the only thing that has noticeably helped my milk supply. It's so weird to me that it works! But if I quit for a couple of days because I'm soooo sick of oatmeal, Maggie sure notices and I spend the day nursing an unsatisfied baby. It is really the weirdest. I'm highly considering stopping anyway, because phew. It takes a lot out of me. (But my pro/con list is pretty even so I haven't decided what to do yet.)
(Country road take me home to October.)

25 October 2016

all the books

For the past year Calvin has been really into read-aloud chapter books. I try to include Norah, but she is three. So she gets bored and a little attention-deprived, but lately we have been letting her pick a book to read to her between chapters of the big book. She has been really into Caps For Sale. 

Some of my favorites we've read are:
Winnie the Pooh
House at Pooh Corner
the first three Harry Potters
and our current selection (a birthday present), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I tried to get The BFG but the only bookstore in Logan didn't have it and I didn't have time for the Internet Machine to send me a copy. I have loved Roald Dahl since I could read, but he is so good out loud too. I like Charlie much better reading it to my children than I liked it as a 10-year-old reading it to myself. (I preferred Matilda, The Witches, and the BFG.)

What's next?